And the sirens always sing
The chants from heaven
Not expecting to be heard
But the love that it won't bring
Will make hearts sever
of those who go...
The sweet call of the distant shore
They don't know what they're wishing for
If they knock on the devil's door
They better make sure they got something to say
Everybody has a life to fill
They hate waiting and they can't sit still
And what is time but something to kill
Until it's nothing left and the night has the last laugh
They all know when it comes to you
The lucky ride only takes a few
why have a soul when it's yours to lose
you gotta pick your fight you got work to do
Some say that they're running away
From what or where now they wouldn't say
In their minds they're never late
Cause there ain't no one that is waiting for them
And the sirens always sing
The chants from heaven
Not expecting to be heard
But the love that it won't bring
Will make hearts sever
of those who go...
Pale riders in a lonely mist
I bet the spanish have a word for this
An abandon that they can't resist
But they're not so tough I heard things about them
Some say that they're running away
From what or where now they wouldn't say
On a road trip you cannot stray
But you can get lost trying to find your way home
A virtue and a sin
The sails will shiver
The promises will burn
And underneath the skin
The heart will quiver
of those who roam
And the sirens always sing
The chants from heaven
Not expecting to be heard
But the love that it won't bring
Will make hearts sever
Of those who go...
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